In 1969, my dad got me a Raleigh 3-Speed bicycle. It was used, but it was my first nice bike and started my love of bicycles and bike riding. Just looking at the picture makes me miss it. I don’t need to have one, and will not get one, because what I really miss is how it made me feel.
When I got on that bike, I felt free.
One of the most important days of my life was when I learned to ride a bicycle.